Thou fashioned the Void of Voids
For the five elements and nada to contain.
Thou made me stand in impassivity
With thought uprooted
In that state of jnana
Of those who discern ignorance from knowledge.
Then Thou flooded me with waters of chinmayananda
And made me sport in it
Until ''I'' became ''It''.
Fine indeed is the beauteous miracle
Thou worked thus!
''Long, long may flourish, my Father,
Parama Guru of the wild banyan tree.
Long, long may flourish the line of Nandi
That blessed me with everlasting life.''
For the devotees thus to praise
In the rapture of their heart.
Oh! Guru that came to establish
That the conclusions of Vedas and Agamas
Are not two, but one.
O! Guru that imparted Divine Instruction
On the exalted
Sivananda Siddhi Path!
O! Mantra Guru!
O, Yoga Tantra Guru
Mauna Guru that comes in the line of Mula the Holy!